Kvetchy The Teacher
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Kvetchy the teacher
Was a total pedagogue;
Did a student make
But a sole mistake,
She would mark it in her log.
She disciplined
Like the monsoon wind
And gave many a detention;
If someone still
Broke her rules: "i will
Assign you a suspension!"
Kvetchy the teacher
Was as mean as mean could be;
Not a student smiled
Who had been beguiled
By her visage of amiability.
She bestowed
A rigid code
Of propriety and prudence;
And if someone broke
The rules she spoke,
She would go yell at her students.
Kvetchy the teacher
Was a disciplinary type;
She was really mean
And is turning green
As she is quite "underripe".
She was rude,
In fact, plain crude,
In her invective speech;
To listen to
Her scream at you
Was no day at the beach.
Kvetchy the teacher
Had a smell like that of ordure;
But we've never yet
Had a chance to get
Rid of her and all her torture.
A Professora Ranzinza
Trina
A professora ranzinza
Era uma pedagoga total;
Se um aluno errasse
Só uma vez,
Ela marcava no seu caderno.
Ela disciplinava
Como o vento de monção
E dava muitas detenções;
Se alguém ainda
Quebrasse suas regras: "eu vou
Te dar uma suspensão!"
A professora ranzinza
Era tão malvada quanto podia ser;
Nenhum aluno sorria
Que tivesse sido enganado
Por seu rosto de simpatia.
Ela impôs
Um código rígido
De decoro e prudência;
E se alguém quebrasse
As regras que ela falava,
Ela ia gritar com seus alunos.
A professora ranzinza
Era do tipo disciplinador;
Ela era realmente má
E está ficando verde
Pois está bem "imatura".
Ela era rude,
Na verdade, bem grosseira,
Em seu discurso invectivo;
Ouvir ela
Gritar com você
Não era um dia na praia.
A professora ranzinza
Tinha um cheiro como o de fezes;
Mas nunca tivemos
A chance de nos livrar
Dela e de toda a sua tortura.